Chapter 208: The Secret Service Chief
Luo Li, who followed the army all the way, finally understood that in the ancient times, only 40%
of the so-called 100,000-man army were soldiers in iron armor who could actually fight. The majority were auxiliary soldiers in leather armor, and the temporary auxiliary soldiers who transported food and supplies were all strong civilians. The 30,000 vanguard troops led by the King of Qin were elite. Among the 20,000 iron-armored warriors, 6,000 were cavalry and 14,000 were infantry. The remaining 10,000 were auxiliary soldiers in leather armor, which was more than half of the elite main force in the left army.
"Although the Song Dynasty is a rich and powerful country, it has been living in comfort for too long, and there are more and more officials who are greedy for pleasure. Although the taxes are high, there are too many corrupt officials. The money that can be used for military equipment and food is getting less and less, and it takes a lot of skinning and blood to get to the military camp." The King of Qin looked at the snowy mountains in the distance, and there was worry and suppressed anger in his deep voice.
"Where are the enemy troops?" Luo Li asked.
"After the Song Dynasty lost its horse-breeding land, its cavalry could only be reduced. It had to rely on infantry as the main force, and on the development of advanced bows and arrows, and on the research of surprising military formations to counter the enemy's cavalry charges." The King of Qin still explained the situation of the Song army first.
Then he answered: "The enemy? The enemy's armor and weapons are not as abundant as ours, but the enemy's war horses are ten times more than ours.
Whether it is the Khitans or the Dangxiang people, they are all warriors who grew up on horseback. Especially in recent years, their rulers have worked hard to become stronger and spared no expense to build a heavily armored cavalry. The fame of the Iron Pagoda and the Iron Harriers was built with countless money."
When the King of Qin introduced the two heavily armored cavalry of the enemy, there was a little fear in his eyes, but more of it was the burning desire to destroy them!
Luo Li tightened the soft fur at her collar and teased in a light-hearted tone, "No matter how famous the Iron Hawk was, wasn't he once hunted down by you and your three thousand elite Moyun cavalry?"
The King of Qin was not at all proud of that brilliant achievement, and his tone was still low and solemn, "For that great victory, I only relied on the surprise victory of the gunpowder thunder bomb. The enemy was frightened by the sudden heavenly punishment, which led to the crucial ambush in the valley and the subsequent pursuit battle that led to a great victory."
Luo Li also admired the King of Qin's young age and his calmness after winning without being arrogant or impatient. Pursing his lips and smiling, "Then what are you afraid of? Now you have a more powerful thunder bomb in your hand."
Qin Wang Zhao Defang turned his head to look at Luo Li, his eyes were bright, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Li'er, with the help of your improved thunder bomb, I am confident that I can defeat any powerful army in the world.
However, the difficulty lies in how to use the thunder bomb and deceive the emperor's eyes."
"Where are the magic crossbows? The six hundred magic crossbows you brought this time have been reported to the commander-in-chief Pan Mei and the military supervisor Wang Quan."
The smile on the corners of the Qin king's lips turned into sarcasm, "I originally planned to use the magic crossbows to equip the border troops of the Song Dynasty. After the development, the drawings were submitted to the Ministry of Industry. With this weapon, the combat power of the border troops of the Song Dynasty will increase exponentially.
I must keep this powerful thunderbolt tightly in my hands.
After the great defeat of Dang Xiang in the Iron Hawk Battle, the emperor smelled a hint of it, and I used a few "I tried to fool him with a few big firecrackers.
This time, I prepared some even bigger firecrackers, so it might not be easy to fool him."
Luo Li looked at the cunning and sinister guy with amusement, "What are you going to do if you can't fool him?"
The King of Qin raised his eyebrows indifferently, "Just grit your teeth and refuse to admit it! It's just those big firecrackers, what can the emperor do to me?"
Luo Li giggled happily, looking forward to seeing the emperor's face full of suspicion, jealousy, anger, helplessness and other complex emotions.
At the foot of the mountain, flags were flying and tents were connected. Luo Li silently recited the name "Chenjiagu" in her heart. On this trip, she must not let the Golden Blade Lord Yang Ye and the soldiers of the Yang Family Army die in that place.
The King of Qin took Luo Li's frozen hand and held it in his hand to warm her up, "Li'er, let's go down and rest early! Tomorrow at noon, we will be able to reach Yanmen Pass and join forces with the Yang Family Army."
The two of them went down the mountain hand in hand. Hong Gu, the Ghost Hand Poison Doctor, and the Shadow Guards led by Yun Yi, who were scattered around to guard, also gathered together to escort the prince and princess to the military camp at the foot of the mountain.
Cheng Wuya, wearing an ordinary lieutenant's armor, looked at the heroic and tall figure on the mountain road in the distance, and the woman in light purple sable fur standing shoulder to shoulder with that person. In his narrowed eyes, there was a hint of surprise in addition to the cold cruelty.
"Why did the Princess Qin come to the front line? Did this silly Princess have a brain-disability attack or did the King Qin have a lustful heart attack?" Knowing the King Qin, he was more willing to believe the former reason.
A personal soldier beside him laughed and replied: "Sir, according to my opinion, it must be the silly Princess's brain disease. If she clamors to come and tour the strange beauty of the northern country, our Great Song Dynasty's model of the Queen Qin will have no choice but to comply."
Several other people dressed as personal soldiers beside him couldn't help but sneer in a low voice. His Royal Highness the Prince of Qin is truly worthy of his reputation as the "model of a fearful concubine" in the Song Dynasty. It is said that he even calls himself the lickspittle of the silly princess. A man of seven feet tall, a man of seven feet tall who is a prince, is actually willing to be the lickspittle of a silly woman. This joke is often used as a joke by the ladies in the palace to amuse themselves after dinner.
Cheng Wuya did not care about the shameful laughter of his subordinates. The smart and cunning Prince of Qin just used his silly princess who asked for an imperial decree to grant marriage as a shield to cover up his ambitions and block his edge.
Mo Ming was lying on top of a tent, her grey clothes blending in with the grey tent. A patrol team passed by twice a dozen steps away, but no one noticed that there was a living person breathing on top of the tent.
Mo Ming stared at Cheng Wuya and others in the distance. Following the orders of the prince, she, a shadow guard with excellent Qinggong skills, had been monitoring and following this vanguard army of 30,000 for two days and had already figured out the details of this group of people. There
were eleven people, all of whom were Kung Fu masters, with the cold temperament of the Imperial City Secret Service agents. The leader was Cheng Wuya, the head of the Imperial City Secret Service himself.
Watching the King of Qin and the Princess and their entourage gradually walk to the foot of the mountain, Cheng Wuya felt a hint of hostility coming from behind for no reason.
He turned his head suddenly, and his cold and sharp eyes scanned everywhere. The soldiers were busy with their own affairs, and teams of patrol soldiers were orderly shuttling between the tents arranged like a chessboard. There was nothing unusual.
"Go! Go back to the tents. Without my order, you should not walk around to get information. Before the launch, the whereabouts of the eleven of us must be concealed."
Cheng Wuya's low voiced order was extremely dignified. Several subordinates were shocked and awed, and they all responded in a low voice: "Yes!"